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// My breast (and) friend. // Thursday, March 8, 2007
Yah okay, Nurul. So you got your haircut before me. Congratulations. For once, you are faster than me. Lol. It's about time anyway you cut your hair and look a bit different. After all, you've been keeping that kind of hairstyle for so long.
See, the thing is this; Nurul has been wanting a haircut since god knows when, but we have always and forever said no to her. 'We' here refers to my brother, my parents, and me. My parents especially are against the idea of her cutting her hair. They think she looks best with a hair so long and so straight, which explains why she has been going long and straight for so long. But hey, she is already gorgeous to begin with, so anything goes well with her. Even if she were to go bald like our Britney Spears, she would look great still.
Yesterday however, our brave friend finally went for that much wanted haircut, without my parents' knowledge, but of course! She MMSed me the end result, and her MMS truly overwhelmed me. Now I feel like cutting my hair like that. I cannot wait to see my parents' reaction when they see her, though. My daddy, he will definitely grouse. He and changes can never get along. He hates changes, simply put. My mum, she will grumble but only for a while. I know my parents. They are my parents, after all.
Whatever happens, good luck beforehand Nurul! :)
On a side note, Sharleez suddenly refused the bottle, and wailed for my breast this morning. I am worried. Should this carry on till I start work, my poor girl will starve when I am not around.
Oh oh! I cannot put her thunder thighs at risk.
Can I just chop off my breasts and leave them at home?
I mean, what else can I do?
@ 11:59 a.m.
// Pump It! // Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Am I suffering from the mad cow disease or something because I sure do feel like a mad cow as a result of the almost incessant pumping of breast milk these days!! The problem is this; I am desperate. I want to make sure that I will have enough milk supply for my Sharleez once I get back to work. I do not want to supplement her with formula as yet, see? And one good way to increase the supply is by pumping whenever I can. Higher demand means higher supply, simply put. Gosh, this reminds me so much of all the demand and supply curves I HAD to learn for Economics back then in junior college.
Anyway, back to my mad cow disease. I will always begin each morning by first feeding her with either breast, passing her to Mak for her shower, taking my shower, and drinking a glass of hot milo right before my pumping session. I make it a point to ask my maid to sterilize my pump and storage containers while I bathe so that everything will be ready by the time I am done with my shower. No time wasted, that way. I love expressing early in the morning simply because that's when the breasts are reall hard and overfull with milk. It's fun to express when your breasts are full, really full. And with a pump as efficient as Medela Swing, I do not even have a reason to whine about having to express milk every morning!
But like any first time mother, I too had difficulties expressing initially. During the first month, I could only express 2 to 3 oz (60 to 80 ml) of milk. What more, I was using an Avent manual pump at that time. That pump gave me a big headache and very sore muscles, I tell you. All it could ever do was to make a very loud 'Eee-Orrr-Eeee-Orrr' sound each time I tried to express my milk. Very embarassing, I tell you! With that meager amount and those irritating sounds produced by the pump, I winced. I was always very exhausted after every pumping session. I almost gave up. I was worried that I would not be able to express enough milk for Sharleez. I even lost sleep, mind you! But hey, what do you know, the milk supply increased, and has continued to increase ever since. Why, my breasts are like two barrels of milk now. Thank god! (For the amount, not the size!!!) Thank god for Medela Swing pump also! And oh, I've been reading up a lot too recently and found out that an exclusively breast-fed baby needs only 2 to 3 oz of milk per feeding. Multiply the amount by 5, and that will be the amount in total I must express each day for Sharleez.
Now, I am proud to declare that I can express 8 to 9 oz (approximately 160 to 180 ml) per breast, provided the breast is really full with milk! Woohoo!
From the looks of it, my girl WILL have enough milk after all to last her while I am away at work. She will have enough. I really Really REALLY hope she will.
Arghh, don't go looking at me like that.
I promise you will have enough milk, my little one.
For now, it is time to stock up on the supply!
@ 07:42 p.m.
// Tom, Dick and HAIRy. // Monday, March 5, 2007
My darling Sharleez, I absolutely agree with you. I SHOULD do something to my hair. I WANT to do something to my hair. But that will have to wait until you have fully recovered from your nasty flu, you sick little princess you! My, you gave me quite a shock at first with a cough resembling that of a man, and that really blocked nose. And it is not helping that there is basically nothing the doctor or anyone can do to cure the flu. Why, if someone with PhD cannot cure your flu, what more common people like us? Lol. Overdosage of medicine is not good for babies like you, I was told. So, please just be patient darling, and you'll get well in a matter of time. I know how really frustrated you get each time you try and try to cough out the stubborn phlegm, but nothing seems to come out. Put up with it okay?
And sincerely Sharleez, I am sorry about my hair. I do not comb my hair. I have never combed my hair. Worry not, it looks pretty nasty when it is wet, but (quite) maintained otherwise. I just need a new haircolour though I dread visits to the salon. You know how the hairdresser, in his/her/heshe most bitchy voice, is forever complaining about how dry and damaged your hair is? I get it all the time, ever since I was 6 years old! And to think that some of these hairdressers have really dry hair, to begin with. Tsk.
Ok lah, time to tend to my sick little princess.
@ 02:01 p.m.
// Power-De-Mah. // Sunday, March 4, 2007
There are many perks of being a baby. Mainly, it is the thrill of getting and receving. Why, I keep getting and receiving without even having to ask or beg, and that's not even a problem. I get lots of nice clothes each time my parents bring me out. I get lots of nice looking books and toys each time the same people bring me out. But that's not all. I even receive stuff from nice people like Mama Aan mainly and Mummy's blogging friends! People are so generous noawadays, I tell you.
So you see, to enjoy the luxuries of life, you need not do much. You need not ask. You need not beg. My oh my, you need not even do anything at all. No wait, maybe you do need to act cute every now and then.
But that's basically all you ever need to do.
So who says us babies are powerless? We are powerful! Very powerful! Power-De-Mah!
Thank you Daddy for the swinging chair.
It rocks big time! It swings big time!
I love my Daddy!
Which explains the similar hairstyle. And yes, the face.
Sorry Mummy, but that's reality for you. Kiuk kiuk kiuk.
Speaking of hairstyle, it is about time you do something to your hair, Mummy!
For a start, comb it lah Mummy. Comb it!
@ 12:20 p.m.
// Cold Turkey. Baby. // Saturday, March 3, 2007
And my little nose is running! (read: I am having a bad cold, duh!)
What a way to welcome my second month!
Let's go celebrate at the clinic, Mummy!
@ 10:09 p.m.
// Teaching Blues. // Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tomorrow is the arrival of my most dreaded month, M/a/r/c/h.
Why, it is the last month of my maternity leave, lah!
Three months of maternity leave is definitely not enough. Not enough. Not enough. Not enough. If you ask me, maternity leave should last forever! And I am so going to explain why. See, first month of maternity leave is usually confinement (read: imprisonment) month. So, in other words one month is totally wasted at home (read: in jail). Second month is when you will finally get used to the idea of being a mother. Third month is when you will start bonding with your child. And just when you are about to bond with each other, it is already time for you to go back to work. So bonding sessions are brought to a standstill.
What a killjoy!
What am I trying to get at, you ask?
I am desperate for a longer maternity leave, that's what.
Impossible, I know.
I do not know how I will cope with the idea of having my mum to take care of my daughter fully while I am at work. Don't get me wrong, I do trust my mum a lot. She is exceptionally great when it comes to handling of children. No doubt at all about that. I am just too protecting of my daughter. No doubt at all about that either. The issue here is me, and solely me, when I start teaching come end of March. It pains me to realize that I will not be able to be there for her for at least 8 hours on weekdays. It pains me to know that she will have to feed from the Avent bottle while I am at work. And it will pain me even more when I look at the clock in school, only to realize that it is her feeding time but I am not there for her. These described scenes seem so real, I am practically tearing as I envisage them. The bond that I have established with her so far is so strong, too strong, that I cannot even separate myself from her for a mere second.
So many questions have started to arise, I am turning frantic!! Will I be able to witness her utter her first word? Her first giggle? Her first crawl? Her first walk? Her first tooth? Will I be there for her when she falls down? Will I be there for her when she is sick? Will I be there for her when she needs a really good hug?
And and and...
Will I be able to convince her one day that I love her so very much, and that I am giving her the bottle only because I have to, and not because I want to? Will I be able to assure her one day that she is far more important that anything or anyone else in the world, and that I leave her everyday for work only because I have to, and not because I want to?
What an emotional wreck, I am right now.
Now I know why my mother loves us this much.
Now I truly understand.
And now, I love her even more.
29 more days to come.
But I choose not to count from here on.
@ 10:18 p.m.
// Priceless. // Monday, February 26, 2007
My first birthday as a mother.
Needless to say, my little princess is the best birthday gift ever.
Not the Topshop voucher from Tatek. Not quite.
Not even Anna Sui's Secret Wish from Nurul & Ian. Not quite.
'_'
Either way, special thanks to my lovely family for making my birthday celebration a day worth remembering for as long as I live. Sharleez I felt like a princess yesterday!
I love you all loads!
To be continued....
@ 12:59 p.m.
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